Time to share another conversation between my girlfriend and I. This, if it’s not obvious, occurred post-workout…
JB: “Did any men hit on you today?”
GF: “How would I know? Why do men just stare at you for five minutes with a sad, pathetic look… like a puppy at the shelter, looking for a new home?”
JB: “I don’t have that problem, usually, and I think that is called game. That’s how they show interest in women… staring at you… it’s like sexual telekinesis.”
GF: “I suppose if that is ‘game’ it’s no wonder that they look sad and pathetic, they probably haven’t had consensual sex in months… maybe years.”
JB: “Maybe… maybe. It’s a shame they don’t try to talk to you… I’m sure those gentlemen have something witty and brilliant to impart.”
GF: “Yeah… where wit equals chloroform and brilliance is the grand tour of mom’s basement… I can’t see how any girl would pass that up.”
JB: “It could be worse.”
GF: “How so?”
JB: “That hot chick over on that treadmill just ‘assisted’ me while I was doing squats.”
GF: “I hate you…”
JB: “Whatever, I’m irresistible.”
GF: “…shut up.”
JB: “I wonder if that is even possible… ‘assistance’ whilst doing squats.”
GF: “In your mind, everything is possible.”
JB: “That’s a lot of reps.”
GF: “Yep.”
JB: “We should try that sometime…”
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JB: “…you’re ignoring me, aren’t you?”
the girlfriend gives me that look, the look of impending murder
JB: “I’ll shut up now.”
GF: “That’s the smartest thing you’ve said all day.”
JB: “I love you.”
GF: “Now you’re just trying too hard.”
Nice save at the end! I love the section of silence LOL! Funny stuff.
She just sounds like an amazingly bright and intuitive person, and may I add you handled the end of that conversation admirably.
She is… and she doesn’t give herself enough credit. I quite fancy that combination.
I’m a professional at talking myself out of the holes I dig.